So, not two days ago, the posse (the friends that I hang out with almost every other freaking day) decide to meet up at my house one fine afternoon, because self-invitations are apparently the new flavors-of-the-week. That’s cool, I don’t need to be told when they’re coming over either!
And then after chit-chatting and spitting out some 20,000 words about funny stuff and daily life, we decide to go out and eat for dinner again.
“Hmm, McDonald’s sounds good,” said I, not being aware of the stupidity of that suggestion.
And for a second, we were about to agree on it, but since we used to eat there almost every day after school, it was time for a change, a change that would affect the way we eat forever, a change that would mean the difference between me being fat, and me being less fat. Actually, the change was only a change in fast-food restaurants: We’re eating at Wendy’s from now on.
Why? I was wondering the same thing, but when I grubbed on that BBQ Jr. Cheeseburger, I became a believer. Unlike McDonald’s, Wendy’s burgers doesn’t have enough oil to just slide right through your stomach and not nourish you — this stuff actually fills you up, and you can taste it and feel it as well. But of course, not every one will agree with me, some poons like lots of oil like McDonald’s, some other poons like the filling taste of Wendy’s. You can probably guess what I like now. 
^ Mmm… that stuff’s good.
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Posted August 14, 2008